The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gnarly, overgrown grapevines spill from a crumbling, medieval stone aqueduct, arching over a tranquil, moonlit lake. Umm, the air's got a crisp, clean scent, and the sky's a deep, rich blue, with stars shining pretty brightly above, like, no clouds at all. Water from the aqueduct somehow flows upward, back into the lake, defying gravity, and creating this soft, soothing melody as it trickles. A couple of big, white swans paddle calmly across the lake's glassy surface, completely ignoring this bizarre phenomenon.